Casey North lost everything when his restaurant burned to the ground: his hopes, his dreams, his reason for living. With nothing tying him to LA, he packs up and moves back to his hometown of Land’s End. He takes up residence in a beach house and attempts to shake the depression he’s fallen into after his life collapsed. There’s just one tiny problem: the ghost haunting his kitchen.

Myles Taylor wasn’t always trapped in the Between. One minute, he was about to propose to his boyfriend of five years as they sat out on their surfboards, and the next, he woke up on the beach to find his long-dead uncle walking toward him. After his shock fades, he must learn to navigate his new reality as he searches for a way to move into the Great Beyond. But first he must deal with the man who’s invaded his territory.

With Myles tied to the beach house and Casey unwilling to leave it, the two must learn to cohabitate as the lines separating them begin to blur. They grow closer than either expected, but what will become of them once Myles finally escapes the Between?

So I’ve been a little MIA from life lately thanks to Mass Effect: Andromeda. That game took over my life for awhile, but now that I’ve beaten it into submission, I’m ready to get back into the thick of things. And what better way to do that then by revealing the cover for my first novel!

Casey North lost everything when his restaurant burned to the ground: his hopes, his dreams, his reason for living. With nothing tying him to LA, he packs up and moves back to his hometown of Land’s End. He takes up residence in a beach house and attempts to shake the depression he’s fallen into after his life collapsed. There’s just one tiny problem: the ghost haunting his kitchen.

Myles Taylor wasn’t always trapped in the Between. One minute, he was about to propose to his boyfriend of five years as they sat out on their surfboards, and the next, he woke up on the beach to find his long dead uncle walking toward him. After his shock fades, he must learn to navigate his new reality as he searches for a way to move into the Great Beyond. But first he must deal with the man who’s invaded his territory.

With Myles tied to the beach house and Casey unwilling to leave it, the two must learn to cohabitate as the lines separating them begin to blur. They grow closer than either expected, their love transcending the barriers threatening to keep them apart, but what will become of them once Myles finally escapes the Between?

It should be up for preorder soon, but I’m still in mild disbelief that it’s going to be in print. There will be actual physical copies of something I wrote, something I poured my soul into to hold in my hands, and I’m hoping that I’ll finally feel like a “proper” writer because of it.

I’m not sure what a proper writer is supposed to feel like, maybe nothing at all, but it’s strange that I have such a hangup about it. It’s probably because my crippling self-doubt likes to play tricks on me, but suck it inner self! In one month’s time, I’ll have physical proof that I’m a writer, and nothing can take that away from me. Not even myself.

My DPS World of Love novella is now available for preorder ahead of it’s March 1st release! I’m super proud of this story, and isn’t the cover just gorgeous? Bree Archer does amazing work. Be sure to reserve your copy today:

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When two very different men are stranded on a deserted island, will opposites attract, or will they end up killing each other—if the elements don’t get them first?

Marc Reed is an expert scuba diver and leads underwater tours of the infamous shipwrecks scattered around Bermuda. When a robbery forces him and his boss’s son—a man he despises on principle—to take shelter on an uncharted island, he might have to reassess his opinion of the spoiled snob.

Ian Blythe-Darcy II lives a life most would envy. He’s a trust-fund kid being groomed to take over his father’s empire of hotels and resorts. But it’s not a life that matches what’s in his heart. He’s in the closet and engaged to a socialite he doesn’t love, but he’s about to get a crash course in being true to himself—and maybe learn money can’t buy happiness after all.

It’s been a tough week for me, and I know I’m not alone in this. Fortunately, I received a little nugget of light today that lifted my spirits. I know the LGBT+ community is facing a tough four years, but now that I’ve had time to mourn and process what happened on Tuesday, I’ve gotten to the point where I just want to turn up the gay.

And what better way to start than by announcing the release date for Dreamspinner Press’s Love Wins Anthology! The collection of short stories with positive and uplifting endings will be released December 12th, and all proceeds will be donated to LGBT organizations in Central Florida.

I’m so happy that I could do something positive and meaningful to show my support for the victims of the Pulse shooting and offer a helping hand to those in desperate need of it. I fear the uphill battle that lies ahead of all of us in the coming years, but I also believe that ultimately Love Wins.

My contribution, Abstract Heart, turned out better than I could’ve hoped. It’s a sweet story about two awkward, art loving introverts who refuse to let their lack of social skills ruin their chance at love. It’s amazing how hard I fell for Kris and Nick in such a short time, but I with the same for you.

In addition to their romance, there are 16 other stories by wonderful authors who donated their time and effort into putting this anthology together, and I can’t wait to read them all!

Andy couldn’t believe he let Liam talk him into dressing up as a pirate for Halloween. He much preferred passing out candy from the comfort of his living room, but Liam had insisted they do something different this year.

“I look like an idiot,” Andy whined, flopping down on the couch to wait on Liam. His boyfriend picked out the costumes, but maybe next time he’d think twice before giving him that much power. Liam tended to go a little overboard for holidays and he always ended up having to reel him back in. Continue reading →

Kevin slept like a rock. As soon as his eyelids shut, they stitched together, and nothing short of a good eight hours of sleep could rouse him from slumber. The meds he’d just started exacerbated the fact that it took a stampeding marching band to pull him back up once he went under.

But some nights went awry.

Some nights, a gentle hand on his shoulder was all it took to wake him, and some nights, that gentle hand accompanied a harsh whisper in his ear.

Daniel heard the front door open and hurried to get Rusty into position. The little fluffy ball of a Pomerania wiggled its hind legs as he struggled to squeeze them into the tiny hole he’d cut out in the top of a pumpkin. “You gotta work with me here, Rusty. Daddy’s home.” After a little huffing and puffing, Daniel managed to get Rusty’s torso stuffed inside. “Okay, now look cute.” Continue reading →